Tuesday, February 21, 2017

He said,"The train you are waiting has already gone in the morning"





It was a tiring day. After roaming around the entire city for the whole day it was time to go back home.

I went to catch a train to train station. I waited for about half an hour for the announcement board to show the train name, but it didn't.
Finally as the time of train arrival was approaching I went to the inquiry. I stood in the queue for a couple of more minutes. And finally, my number came.
I asked, "Which platform the train to Delhi (Bhopal Express) that is about 5 pm comes on?"
The attendant looked at me carefully.
He asked, "Where do you want to go?"
I responded. "Delhi but I have booked tickets"
He took a deep breath and said, "Sir you have booked a wrong ticket the train has gone at about 5 am in the morning you are asking about it now in the evening."

It was a big blow for me. I didn't know what to do. My dream to go comfortably sleeping in train after a tiring day got crushed. And I started cursing myself how I can be so stupid. To make the situation worse I had a company of one of my female foreigner friends.

I thought of taking the bus. I asked a police lady for direction to bus stand she suggested me to take another train. I went to buy tickets, they asked me to fill up the form and pay heavy charges for the ticket (for next train Gatiman express) that was way beyond my budget for such a small journey from Agra to Delhi.

I planned to go by a normal bus. But as soon as I came out of the station; auto drivers started pulling me to take me to bus stand as they have the commission on the ticket. I asked for Ola cab and asked him to take me to the Govt. bus stand.

After waiting for long he came. He took us to a private bus stand and said can't take us to Govt. bus stand as it is very far and his cab doesn’t have gas.  I believe he took me there to take the commission on my ticket.

I did another cab and asked him to take me to Govt bus stand but he took us to a very far big bus stand not the one I wanted.

We went inside and asked, they said buses are scarce because of the election. If you want to catch a bus you get to wait on the main road.
We walked till the road and stood there in the dusty crowded square.
Everybody was looking at us and some came promising a luxury bus to Delhi. But I was no more willing to be ticked.
We waited, waited more,.. checking every other bus which drove past. We were tired, confused, I was not over with my guilt and stupidity of booking the wrong train and believing all the cab drivers and not doing proper research of the city and bus stands.
We were running behind buses, checking them, and were getting exhausted.

Suddenly the Streat Food Vendor who was observing us looked at us and said "Babu ji chinta mat
karo bas kuch hi minto me bus aati hogi, aapako aaram se bas mil jayegi, sab bas ab khali aani hain, seat bhi mil jayege" 
(Sir don’t worry, you will get the bus in few minutes, and all the buses will be empty now so you will get the seat too.)

I know that was all lie, but I wanted to believe that. And to make ourselves little comfortable I believed in his words. I realized the power of few positive words there -those words made me hopeful and strong.

We waited for some more time and a bus came from inside the bus stand. I confirmed with the conductor that the bus was going Delhi. But he said that there was no seat.
We push entered into the bus and stood near the gate.

The drivers asked us to sit on the floor at the front; as the door will open at every stop and it will be very uncomfortable for us and conductor. We went ahead and sat on the floor of the bus. It was uncomfortable but at least we got the bus.

After a while, a boy sitting on a seat near us offered us his seat. I asked my friend to sit, and the boy and I sat together on the floor.

On the way, he asked, "Which country are you from"
I said, "I am Indian but my friend is foreigner"

He smiled and said I thought you too are a foreigner. And we both started laughing and talking.

His name is Arnav Kulshreshtha and is doing Mechanical Engineering from GLA University Mathura. I was Mechanical Engineering graduate and moreover, my brother had been a professor in his college; so I found a connection.

I thanked him and we started talking about engineering subjects, girls, college, career, life and lot much more. He had his friend sitting beside him in the seat, who later offered me his seat as well.

Finally, the journey was uncomfortable on many levels but this kind soul saved my day. My hope in humanity got strengthened that day.
People are awesome don’t lose hope in humanity.
Engineers are good people :)
God bless this kind soul.  





















Saturday, November 8, 2014

After Joyful celebration with my sisters family in Bhiwari (It lies on Rajasthan-Haryana border ) not very far away from Gurgaon, I accompanied my sister's family to Anand Vihar railway station station as they were leaving for Chhath puja at their native place. After getting off the car, me and my brother in law were walking on the platform towards retiring room and saw one person spitting paan/gutakha on the wall.
Before that man could pass the exit another man standing there slapped him tight, we were shocked and the guy who spitted was dumbfound for few seconds and then said "sorry sir galti ho gaya,ab se kabhi nhi karunga(Sorry sir for the mistake and shall never repeat this mistake again)"

It needs lot of courage to take such bold actions; we thought he must be a very powerful person or some responsible officer. So my brother in law reached to him and asked "Sir aap kuch hai kya matlab yaha ke officer or kuch (Sir are you some kind of officer here)". He calmly replied "Main tax-payer hun(I am a tax payer)", before we could even say anything he smiled and moved ahead. This was something what I had never seen or heard of, I was still pondering on the event then I suddenly heard my brother in law shouting "aye kya kar raha hai (aye.. what are you doing??)" an another man was spitting on the wall, hearing him shout the man looked down and ran away.
My sense of responsibility was shaken, and now I hope I have courage to stop someone who spits or litters.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Ramleela Revisited.


After years a thought occur to my mind why not revisit the childhood. Let us see Ramleena, of course these kind of thoughts come to you when you
are in 'Surur'. So we visited nearby Ramleela. Everything was more or less same like it used be 10-15 years ago. Families flocked together to see evergreen story of lord Ram. When teenage boys and girls have official permission to go out in the night.
We sat on the chairs which were vacant. The scene was 'Ram' trying to convince his wife not to come along as he is going to jungle and there are hidden dangers for her. But being 'Dharmpatni' Sita is stubborn to face the challenge of life with her husband. After a long conversation Ram succumbs to the wishes of her wife, which continues till now that wife wins every argument.

None the less I was more interested in small love stories forming behind the scene. So I spotted few of them. The way we used to see the girls in our days haven't changed much but teenagers have become bold now. The bold and beautiful girls playing with her hair to have attention of good looking guys other side, and courageous guys roaming around them and passing a gage of 'Hey I see you'.

One of two such teenage gaze I also got making a statement 'See I am here'. May be I am wrong but being under alcoholic influence my confidence could have got their attention.

It was all like old days, shops, swings, children with boundless energy enjoying. Parents lost in the Ram and Sita and children lost in their own word.

One story behind me was forming I could guess by their giggles. A beautiful teenager with mobile in her hand had a boy so close to her like they didn't want air to pass through the gap. The boy's hand was on her shoulder and he was playing with her hair and sometime with her cheeks, and girl was showing him something on mobile which merely was a pretext to the grooming romance in between them.

I was enjoying this romantic affair and suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder .. I turned around and saw a police man. God it felt like someone has thrown me out of thirteen floor where I was enjoying my time. I was so scared I couldn't say anything I thought I am busted.
Suddenly he said, go to another side this is "ladies only" area. No wonder why seats were vacant there. 
I took a sigh of relief and started to my home, as I was coming out of the ground I saw a Popcorn seller. The seller was clearly a Muslim, he shouldn't be here as his religious leaders say hearing anything about any god is Haram.

We bought popcorn and enjoyed it nicely.... on the way my mind was dwelling in both the stories. .. a teenage romance and  a Muslim serving all Hindu customer in a Hindu festive...........and my mind still thinks..

Sunday, September 14, 2014

"YES!! I am a Woman. I have breasts AND a cleavage! You got a problem!!??"


From overdone adds to paid news to turning news into soft porn, media has hit all time low in journalism now.
In recent times, while covering news on Bollywood, Hollywood stars to sportsmen/women, media has been doing this deliberate attempt to get semi nude pictures or ward robe malfunctioning to put it on the cover to grabs eyeballs and sell news.
Recent victim was Deepika Padukone, when Times Of India, made news on her cleavage, and blatantly making it hot potato stating see her cleavage.

"OMG: Deepika Padukone's cleavage show!" Times Of India
What seer shamelessness. Is this how news is covered, have you even bothered to tell what the news was about. Or we should expect more news about celebrity’s cleavages.

"Seriously Inida's Leading newspaper and this is "NEWS"!!??" Deepika Padukone.
Well said Deepika..!!
"YES!! I am a Woman. I have breasts AND a cleavage! You got a problem!!??" Deepika
Nice Deepak, I wish, if only you could slap.

"It's compliment! You look so great that we want to make sure everyone know!. :) " TOI
Wow nice compliment, can you give same compliment to any women in your family.
By looking her cleavage you came to know she looks good. And wanted to show it to the world??
Are you really out of your mind.. and you did dare to put smiley on the top of it..!!!

"Don't talk about Woman's Empowerment when YOU don't know how to RESPECT Women!" Deepika
Well said Deepika!! Such people shouldn’t even be allowed to talk to women.

This is clear case of objectifying women, ..which Hollywood Bollywood have been doing since beginning. And marketers have been using their assets to sell products. However selling news showing beautiful woman’s cleavage is certainly not a good thing to do in journalism. It is not ethical, should be made ill-legal too. Media is fourth pillar of democracy, if media roams around the bosoms of celebrities leaving its responsibility of bringing social issue in the lime light. I am sorry to say we are heading towards dooms day as society and as a democracy.

Time to introspect for media, hope it does..!!

हिंदी दिवस की शुभकामनायें 

हिंद देश के निवासी सभी जन एक है रंग, रूप, वेश, भाषा चाहे अनेक है

जहाँ हमारे देश में कट्टर हिंदीवादी हिंदी को राष्ट्रीय भाषा घोषित कर उसे देशव्यापी बनाना चाहते हें। वहीं हिंदी के धुर विरोधी इस प्रस्ताव को सिरे से ख़ारिज करते हे. हिन्दीवादी इसे देश की सभ्यता और संस्कृति को सुरक्षित करने की ओर एक पहल के रूप में देखते है तो वही विरोधी इसे देश पर एक बोझ समझते हे और भाषा-बोली की स्वतंत्रता पर आघात।
मेँ नहीं जानता कि हिंदी का प्रचार-प्रशार और जबरन कार्यान्वयन देश के लिए कितना लाभकारी होगा पर कुछ बाते ध्यान देने योग्य हे

भारत एक भौगोलिक और सांस्कृतिक विषमताओं का देश हे , यहाँ एक ही त्यौहार कई तरीके से अलग - अलग जगहों पर मनाया जाता हे, और एक समूह दूरसे से बिलकुल ही विषम हो सकता हे ऐसे में "एक देश एक पहिचान" वाली बात कहाँ तक सार्थक हे !

कुछ लोगो को लगता हे कि अंग्रेजी, ‘हिंदी और हिंदुस्तानी’ सभ्यता और संस्कृति को निगल जाएगी। पर क्या एक भाषा ही संस्कृति का परिचायक हे।
पर इस बात पर कोई दो राय नहीं कि हममें अभी भी मानसिक दासिता हे जो अंग्रेजी बोलने वाले को पढा - लिखा एवं सभ्य समजते हें और देशी भाषा (हिंदी या अन्य) बोलने वाले को गँवार। पर क्या हिंदी को बलपूर्वक देशव्यापी कर देने से समस्या का हल हो जायेगा। सभ्यता सद-चरित्र से आती हे और चरित्र किसी भाषा का मोहताज नहीं।

हमारे लिए ये गर्व की बात हे कि हम विविध हे और बहुभाषी भी, बॉलीवुड हिंदी में फिल्म बनाकर उसका प्रचार करता है जो सराहनीय हे पर यदि बॉलीवुड को भी हिंदी की बाध्यता होगी तो शायाद, सिनेंमा का आनंद कम हो जायेगा।

हमको अपनी सभ्यता और संस्कृति पर गर्व करना चाहिए, और देश की विषमताओं को देख कर किसी भाषा के लिए बाध्यता नहीं करनी चाहिए , उसका प्रचार - प्रसार करने पर भी कोई पांबदी नहीं होनी चाहिए।
हर हिंदुस्तानी को कम से कम द्विभासी होना चाहिए, एक मातृभाषा एवं एक अंग्रेजी, क्योकि अंग्रेजी इंटरनेट के जरिये ज्ञान के द्वार खोलती हे और ज्ञान से ही मनुष्य उज्ज्वल भविष्य का निर्माण कर सकता हे

मुझे हिंदी से अगाध लगाव हे और में चाहता हूँ क़ि सारा विश्व इस प्राचीन पर पूर्ण भाषा की खूबसूरती से सराबोर हो पर जबरन नहीं।

हिंदी दिवस की शुभकामनायें , हिंदी तुम चिरकाल तक होठों पे सजी रहो !

~pc

Friday, September 12, 2014

Sugar Daddy Dating:

West may be developed but is it not the perfect world, people aren't happy there either. But as it has been from generations we just copy west blindly and bad things are copies even faster.


Sugar Daddy Dating:
It is mutual agreement of wealthy man seeking young girls looking from sexual favor in return to the expensive gifts and luxuries provided.
 Until just a few years ago many people had the misconception that a Sugar daddy relationship was a forbidden affair between a wealthy older gentleman and an attractive, but naive young woman.
These liaisons were thought to be improper as the rich, experienced and mature gentleman was in fact taking advantage of the girl by enticing her with an upscale way of life that she could never experience on her own.
This consisted of glamorous vacations, dining and 5 star restaurants and incredible gifts. This is a complete fallacy as the great majority of these relationships are built on trust and respect with the goal of a mutually beneficial relationship.
 These are view expressed in western media. However I think in Indian context it simply put is "Prostitution" sugar coated and named "Sugar Daddy Dating", it is widely practiced in west, many companies give such arrangement services as well. It is spreading in India faster than we think. This phenomena is reported in India recently specially in college girls, under the carpet it happens, and society is cool with it until and unless someone reports rape or there is other tragedies.  Though there is nothing wrong legally when two adults seek company to satisfy their needs. However it gets ugly in the end.
>It not only goes to adults, but children are also lured in it.
>It leads to the rape.
>It leads to orgy, influencing psychotic behaviors.
>It changes the perception of relation and entire love, family concept goes for a toss.

We cannot change the psychopaths, perverts out there luring girls and kids. But we can have precautionary measures.
>Be careful about dating sites, and online chatting platforms.
>Keep watch on your children’s net surfing.
>Warn yourself and your friends that a 60 year old with BMW saying 'I love you' in first meeting is not really love.
>Keep your friends circle clean, some friends aren't really friends. Some nerdy and creepy friends can put in the wrong place.
>Don’t crave for some exiting sexual or luxury experiences that may lead you to dangerous life style with no morals and happiness.

Consequences having such relation:
>You may disgust yourself after a while.
>The guilt will set in and happiness will be distanced.
>Won't be able to enjoy truly romance with your lifetime partner.
>Will lead to trust deficit life and love won't grow in your heart.

Be warned; educate your friends and family not fall into the trap of Sugar Daddy’s or their pimps.

  




Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Who gave you this right to you 'Media'?


Who gave you this right to you 'Media'? And you too social media: You were suppose to check media by raising your own morals?

You threw a well known national award winner actress in the 'Masasla' hungry society, to shred the very soul of a young actress by their everyday remarks and character assassination.
 Oh ya..! You needed TRP right..!  And you social media you need 'likes', 'shares', 'comments' that’s all you are bothered about.

A young girl did something 'Immoral' as you call it, is that immoral or why did she do that is different discussion all together. But why her… and only her?

One side you glorify a 'Porn Star' and shower your praise; and the other side you do 'Character assassination' of a young actress despite knowing that there is hungry world out there to devour her soul every time she steps out.
 It was her personal matter of choice. Why her name was all over the world, at least in India spread like wild fire? 

If you have guts, name the hotel owner, name the high profile customers she was attending. Why your eyes can't see them?
No no no .. 'Ye India hai yaha aadami logo ka sab chalta hai, bade log hai wo'. .!

Without demand there is no supply, we all have in some point in time shared dinner table, talked, spend time together, or at least did shake hands with a man who visited prostitutes, or at least cheated in his relationship. That is OK with us, but have we ever shared a dinner table with 'Prostitute', or even talked to her properly... it is unthinkable.. isn't it…?

Oh ya..!! How dare I say that? Prostitute: 'Randi Sali' .. you don't even call her without putting a curse attached, forget about calling her by her name.

I don't know who to blame. I am also the apart of this society. Are our dual standards degrading our morals and thus misogyny is so prevalent.

It is time to think again:
यत्र नार्यस्तु पूजयन्ते रमन्ते तत्र देवता:”: Vedic verse
“God lives there where women are worshiped”


PC

Saturday, September 6, 2014

                                                          Saving our Culture ..!!

****Based on True Story**** 


He was waiting for it since last 10 months. All night he could not even sleep planning it perfectly. He had picked up red heart soft toy from cheep road side vendor, one  chocolate, one red rose, and one
card too,  he didn't know what was written on it though (he did not know much English because he was poor and couldn't afford English medium school. ) .

It was the perfect morning the way he wished for: Some clouds, morning breeze and red sun some time making it's presence from the clouds, he packed all the stuff and reached to rendezvous point. They both walked to a lonely park. They sat on a bench near the end of it.

He held her hand and asked her to close her eyes, which she did and he kept the soft red heart on her hand with thumping nerve.

She opened her eyes, hugged him, and kissed him on his cheek. It was their first VALENTINE'S DAY together.
After exchanging gifts and chatting for a while he leaned forward and looked into her eyes, and she closed her eyes apprehending the romance. His lips gently touched hers and it was all they
needed in life. Blood rushed to the mind and they were lost in another world all together.

Suddenly the guy felt a big blow on his head, he looked around there were 3 guys white kurta and saffron cloths hanging from their shoulders.. some slogan written on it….!!!
Before he could think of anything the leader came in front of him, did spit on him and slapped tightly saying "Madar chod ..bada Angrj banata hai, desh ki sabyata, sanskriti bhigadata hai.. ham dikhate hai  tujhe London " he started kicking him shouting on him spitting on him...

They were shouting some holy names... and cursing them .. the other guy pulled the girl holding her from hair and slapped her too.
After a while the leader said to him that they won't leave them alone.. And put a trade before him... "I know what you guys were doing here, either we be part of it or we will make sure SOCIETY strips her necked and both of your families are ousted”.

The guy begged and the girl too, not to do anything they are poor and their family will be ousted and nobody will get married in their family and people will spit on them, they will not even get job somewhere.

The leader said to the girl "You look smart and intelligent.. I don't think you will risk all that just for a small thing ..and I promise you it will be quick and easy or else we know other ways too"

The boy begged, shouted and asked her not to listen to him and do not do anything stupid, that he will take her and run away to the place nobody knows them.. ..  .
The two guys gagged him kept kicking and punching him....

The girl was crying and asking them not to beat the guy and will do anything they say.. .. ..!!!!!

And .... it took just few minutes and two souls were dead there ... under an open sky.. SOMEONE SAVED OUR CULTURE BY RAPING A GIRL IN FRONT OF HER LOVE. .. and stopped him
from becoming Englishman !!

He was told not to be seen with any girl and hush about what has happened otherwise his sister will also meet the same fate. ....!!

They both went to hospital and got their body treated but their souls got scratched forever. .

The boy did not report because he knew very well …. how many times he will have to narrate the same story again and again in full details in front of  lawyer, to the policemen to news reporters ..and they all will enjoy the story.. ..!!
There will be no justice for them ... and will be thrown out of "SOCIETY" as well!!

****** This is not to blame, hurt any particular group of people, sect, cult, religion... this is the naked truth abut our SOCIETY today.. accept it if you want to change it.********

pc bhatt 

Friday, April 13, 2012

एक ट्रेन यात्रा एसी भी..!!

मनुष्य को जीवन में एक बार राजधानी एक्सप्रेस से सफर जरुर करना चाहिए...यह उसी प्रकार है जेसा की एक मुस्लिम का हज करना या हिंदू का गंगा स्नान! ट्रेन का केटरिंग डिपार्टमेंट आपको याद दिलाता हे की मानव मात्र का जन्म केवल खाने के उद्देश्य से हुआ है! दामाद की तरह आपकी सेवा की जाती है हर घंटे मैं कुछ न कुछ आ ही जाता है.
शुरुवात होती हे छोटी पर मोटी चीज जल (रेल नीर) से. फिर तो चीजों का ताता लग जाता है
दामाद (वो सर जी कहते है पर आपको दामाद जी सुने पडता हे) जी चाय.
दामाद जी ब्रेकफास्ट
दामाद जी जूस.
दामाद जी सूप
दामाद जी ब्रेड स्टिक
दामाद जी लंच.
दामाद जी डेजर्ट
दामाद जी स्नेक्स बिस्किट
दामाद जी चाय
दामाद जी फिर से रेल नीर
दामाद जी सूप ...ब्रेड स्टिक ...डिनर ...
आप सो रहे हे तो क्या हुआ ...जगा जगा के खिलया जायेगा...आपका हिस्सा कोई कव्वो को थोड़े ही न देंगे..
अमा यार इतना खिलाओगे तो दीर्घ शंका तो लगेगी ही. और आपको ही नहीं सब को लगेगे..ओर बाथरूम सिर्फ दो ..भीड़ तो होनी ही है ... जब तक आप कर करा के आते हो ..सीट पे एक और सामान पड़ा होगा खाने को. आप मिसिंग हो सकते है पर ये लोग मिस नि करते.
रात आते आते में तो ये  एक्सपेक्ट करने लगा था के कही हल्दी वाला दूध और छुवारे न ले आये. और फिर गुलाब की पत्तिया न डाल दे सीट पे..सफ़ेद चादर और कम्बल तो पहले ही दे रखा था उन्होंने. वो तो मेरा मोबाइल चालू था और गर्लफ्रेंड भी नयी थी ..बार बार एस एम् एस कर के अपने होने का आभास करा रही थी वरना तो मैं दो एक सलिया तो बना ही आता उतरते – उतरते...
जे हो राजधनी एक्सप्रेस ..धन्य उनका केटरिंग विभाग...बस एक आध कटीली कन्याए भारती कर दो उसमे ...साला किंगफिशर फेल हे ..वो तो वैसे भी फेल है फिर भी...यु नो व्हाट आई मीन...!!
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Monday, December 26, 2011

उन सभी को ..जो शराब पीते हें ..नही पीते हें ..या पीते हुए भी न पिने का बहाना करते हें


लालायित अधरों से जिसने, हाय, नहीं चूमी हाला,
हर्ष-विकंपित कर से जिसने, हा, न छुआ मधु का प्याला,
हाथ पकड़ लज्जित साकी को पास नहीं जिसने खींचा,
व्यर्थ सुखा डाली जीवन की उसने मधुमय मधुशाला।।“बच्चन जी.”

शराबियों के बारे में हमारे समाज में कई भ्रान्तिया फेली हुई हें.. उन पर कई लांछन लगाये जाते आये हें ..समय समय पर उनके खिलाफ कई विरोधी बाते कही गयी है ..महिलाये तो उससे भी आगे जा कर उनके खिलाफ आंदोलन करने पर उन्मादित होती आई हें... पर ये सारी बाते गलत है...में जिवंत उदहारण हू (कम से कम मेरे घर वालो को पता चलने तक ) . .. शराबी हमारे समाज का एक अभिन्न अंग हें .. में तो कहूँगा की आवस्यकीय अंग. .. शराबी समाज मे कई परपज सर्व करते हें पर उन्हें कभी भी क्रेडिट नहीं मिल पाता .

यह सब हमारे घिसी-पिटी सोच का नतीजा हें... में कुछ उदहार प्रस्तुत करना चाहूँगा की किस प्रकार शराबी हमारे आपके समाज के लिए उपयोगी हें...

यू तो हमारे समाज में शराबियों के कई पर्यायवाची इसतेमाल होते है जेसे "बेवड़ा, ठर्रेबाज, पियक्कड, टेंकर ..ड्रंकर इत्यादी " पर यहाँ पर में उनको प्रचलित नाम “बेवड़ा” कह कर संबोधित कर रहा हू.. दिस की जस्ट ..आउट ऑफ रिस्पेक्ट ..!!

सर्वप्रथम शराबियों को किस प्रकार स्पोट करे...: यदि कोई व्यक्ति वाइन शॉप पर गहरी दृषि डाले .. या फिर किसी नए पब की जानकारी मिलने पर उछल पड़े...और पुराने पबो की बातों पर अपना इंटरस्त दिखाए तो  समझो की वो उन में से ही एक हें... या फिर आपका कोई दोस्त हर बात पे बोले "चल पार्टी हो जाय" तो समझो वो वेटरन शराबी हें ..ओर कोई दोस्तों में समय बिताने को "हेंगआउट" कहे तो उस पर भी गोर किया जा सकता हें ... ये तो कुछ डेली नुस्खे थे पर में केटेगोरिकल तरीके से आपको इनके प्रकार एवं पहचान बताता हू.. जो निम्नवत हें.

जेनेटिक बेवड़े : ये खानदानी बेवड़े होते है..दारू पीना इनका पुस्तेनी धंदा सा होता है ..इनके दादा परदादा सबी इस कला में पारंगत होते है.. यदा-कदा इन घर की महिलाए भी सोमरस का पान करती है...शराब उसी तरह पेय होती हें ..जैसे नार्थ इण्डियन घरों में चाय और साउथ इण्डियन घरों में काफी सर्व की जाती हें..ये शराब नाम लेते ही गर्वानुभूति करते ..जेसे की मदिरा की खोज इनके ही बाप ने की हो. इनके घर में कदम रखते ही आप समझ जाओगे.. ड्राइंग रूम में कई तरह की रंग बिरंगी स्वदेशी बिदेसी दारू की बोतले आपको उत्तेजित करेगी..जिस गिलास में आप पानी पीयेगे उस पर 'सिग्नेचर / ब्लेंडर्स प्राइड ' कुछ ऐसा ही लिखा होगा.. इन घरों में ए बी सी डी कुछ इस तरह पदाई जाती हें ..
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फोर्से बेवड़े : ये पहले तो विक्टिम होते हें संगती ही इनके पिने की प्रथम वजह होते है पर बाद में वजह - बेवजह पिने लगते हें ..जेसे "फाल इन लव ... फेल इन लव ...बेक पेपर.. बेक क्लियर.. .ब्रेक उप .." .. इनका विक्तिमाइजेष्ण पीरियड . "इंजिनिअरिंग का प्रथम वर्ष "  या फिर 'घर से बहार निकला हुआ साल' होता है...पर जब ये सफल बेवड़े हो जाते हें ..यानि की ..कम से कम ५ बार उलटिया कर चुके हो .. १०-२० बार लड़कियों को फोन घुमा चुके हो..२-४ झगड़े कर चुके हो ..यार फिर कुछ न कुछ जान माल का नुकसान कर चुके हो.. ऑफकोर्स आफ्टर ड्रिंकिग.. ये दूसरों को पिलाने में आनंद लेते हें.. यानि की "डुप्लीकेशन"..ये फ़ाइनल इयर तक आते आते अपने पीछे बेवडो की एक फोज छोड़ आते हें...जो निरंतर इनके नक्से - कदम पर चलते हें..इनको पहचाने में आपको कोई दिक्कत नहीं होनी चाहिए ..ये युवा वर्ग होता हें..२० -३० तक की उम्र का ..इस उम्र का कोई भी व्यक्ति कुछ उखाडा - उखाडा, खोया- खोया कुछ बदबदाये लाइक "क्लाइंट, डेड लाइन ..जॉब ..प्रमोशन..गर्ल फ्रेंड ..मेरिज... " .. कुछ तलाश रहा हो तो आप की खोज सही दिशा में हें.. कृपया आप उस पर रहम कर उसे मैखाने का रास्ता बता देना...!!


ओकेजन्ल बेवड़े: ये अपने को 'क्लास अपार्ट ' समझते हें ...सिर्फ ओकेजंस पे पिने का दावा करते हें . पर हर पार्टी में आप इनके हाथो में जाम देख सकते हें .. पर दिग्गज बेवड़े इनको बेवडो के नाम पर कलंक समझते हें.. इनके पीने का अलग ही इस्टाइल होता हें.. ये महिलाओ के बीच दात फाड कर हसते हुए पिने में आनंद लेते हें ..पर महिलाये भी अक्सर इनको चूतिया ही समझती हें ..इनमे होरो बनने का कीड़ा भी होता हें..ये टल्ली महिलाओ को सहारा देने के बहाने उनके गुदाज बदन पर हाथ फेर लेते हें.. जो की वेटरन बेवड़े आसानी से भाप जाते हें सो इनको छिछोरा कहते हें..ये आउट ऑफ जेलसी भी हो सकता हें..


चंसमार बेवड़े : इन बेवडो का एक ही सिद्धांत होता हें  मजे भी ले लो ओर जेब से चवन्नी भी न निकले ... पूछने पर ये कहते हें के ये नहीं पीते .. पर आप थोडा सा भी इन्सिस्ट करे तो ये न- न कर  गटागट २-४ पेग डाउन कर जाते हें. इनको स्पोट करना सबसे आसान होता है ..इनका पहला ऑर्डर जूस होता है ..जो की आखिरी भी होता है ...इस जूस के दरमियाँ ये कितने पग अंदर कर जाय ये कहते हुए ..'दिस इस माय फस्ट् टाइम.' ..ये किसी को नहीं पता ..



हाई क्लास बेवड़े. : ये बेवड़े ओकेजन्ल बेवड़े ही होते हें पर ये विशिष्ट हें ..क्योकि ये केवल फाविव स्टार होटल या हाई कलास पार्टी या फिर किसी बीच पर बीच - बीच में पीते हें. अधिकांशतया ये केवल रेड वाइन या फिर शेम्पेन पीते हें ..पर कभी कभार जेक डेनिअल या इसी प्रकार की उच्च श्रेणी की दारू भी पी लेते हें. इनका उदेश्य सोसियलाजिंग होता हें पर कुछ आमोद - प्रमोद हेतु भी पीते हें.. पिने के पश्चात ये अपना समय अपनी मासूक की बाहों में सेक्सोफोन पर बजने वाले गीतों के मध्य गुजारना पसंद करते हें ...



लो क्लास बेवड़े: ये जाती घनी मात्रा में भारत के उपरी हिस्स्सो जेसे यू पी .. बिहार ..दिल्ली में ज्यदा पाई जाती हें ...पर यदा-कदा भारत के अन्य क्षेत्रो में भी इनका निवास होता है... इनकी प्रिय पेय ..देसी ठर्रा ..लो क्वालिटी की रम या फिर ..काजू/नारियल फेनी होती है ..ये  अधिकाश्तया नाले के पास उल्टे-सुल्टे लेटे मिल जाते है या फिर किसी भीड़ को सम्भोधित करते हुए भी .. जो की आपने कम में मस्त होती है. इनकी पत्निया इन को हमेशा गरियाती/जुतियाती रहती है.. वो कबी-कभी इसी लड़ाई के दोरान मेक-अप सेक्स भी कर लेते है ..सो इनके घरों में कई बच्चे होना आम बात है ..


कन्फ्यूज्ड बेवड़े: ये अलग ही जाती हें जिनको खुद पता नहीं होता है के ये बेवड़े हें, सभ्य समाज में पिने को ये पीना नहीं समझते, और दोस्तों के साथ २-४ पेग मार लिए तो मार लिए ..इससे कोई बेवड़ा थोड़े ही न बन जाता हें ..ये इनका मानना हें .. इनकी मोरल वेल्ल्यु ज्यादा होने के कारण या फिर ..घर वालो का डंडा होने के कारण .. आत्मविश्वास की कमी होने के कारण ..या फिर लोडियाओ को ये दिखाने के चक्कर में की वो शरीफ हें .... ये कोलेज टाइम में दारू शुरू नहीं कर पाते... कीड़ा तो बहुत होता हें इनमे पर ..यू नो ...उपर्युक्त कारण कीड़े की मा-बहन किये रखते है..




ये तो थी प्रचार/पहिचान डिटेल .. अब में बताना चाहूँगा की इनके क्या उपयोग हें...



बेवडे समाज में समानता का भाव लाते हें एवं देश के एकता को अक्षुण्य रखते है: बेवड़े पिने के बाद जाती धर्म संप्रदाय सोसियल स्टेटस कुछ नि देखते ..सब के गले मिलते हें .. कभी- कभी तो लिंग (आई मीन टू से सेक्स ) भी नहीं देखते .मेने कई बार.. बेवडो को महिलाओ के गले लग .गाल पर आधी चुम्मी लेते हुए देखा हें ..खासकर ओकेजन बेवड़े! देश में दंगे रोकने है तो हेलिकोप्टर से दारू की बोतले उस एरिया में डलवा दो दंगे शांत पार्टी शुरू...... ४ पेग बाद .कल का न्यू ज्वाइनी सीनियर मेनेजर के कंधे पे हाथ रख कर टी एल की मा बहन एक कर रहा होता हें सोचो एसी आजादी ..ऐसे समानता कहा देखने को मिलती है इस देश में जहा नेताओ ने आरक्षण के नाम पे देश की जयललिता- मायावती की हुई हें. .. मुझे जोनी वाकर देख कर याद आता है ..शायद गाँधी जी ने ऐसे ही समानता वाले भारत की कल्पना की थी..!!



मनोरंज करना ओर कराना: बेवड़े यू तो मनोरंजन करने हेतु पीते हें पर इस चक्कर में वो ओरो को भी फन टाइम देते हें ..आप हाई क्वालिटी फन लेना चाहे तो बेवडो की बड़ी पार्टी में जाये और हाथ में एक गिलास में थोडा सा ३०-४० ml  वाला पेग ले के ..जो की आपकी ओब्जर्वेशन पावर एंड कन्स्न्त्रेष्ण लेवल बढाने के काम आये.  एक कोने में खड़े हो जाये .. फिर देखिये नज़ारे ...आप इसकी वीडियो रिकोर्डिग कर अपने बच्चो को भी दिखा सकते हें ..आपके वीकेंड का मूवी का खर्च बच जायेगा ... गोर से देखिये की सबसे शाई लडका कैसे लड़कियों के झुण्ड में जा के ..कितने चुतियापे वाले जोक मार रहा है ... और खुश भी हो रहा हें की लड़किया हस भी रही हें .. लड़किया भी वन्स मोर कह कर उस पर हस रही होटी हें (गोर किजीए वो उस पर हस रही है न की जोक पर ). देखो केसे सबसे झातू डांसर ने सारा स्टेज घेरा हें ...उसका मानना है की नागिन डांस कर के वो एक – आधा लोडिया पटा हें लेगा.. लदकिया मोबाइल से फोटो ले के उसे सेलिब्रेटी स्टेटस दे देती.. वो फोटो फेसबुक में लगता हें . आगे क्या होता है नो नीड टू एक्सप्लेन...
लड़कियों का आप फिर सिडक्टिव डांस देखिये ...क्लीवेज तो पहले ही दिख रही थी ..डांस के वक्त जाने क्या क्या दिख सकता हें .. आप में पार के नजर होनी चाहिए बस... कुछ गोरी नंगी टांगो को आपस में लिपटा के लेस्बियन डांस कर रही होती हें तो कुछ अपने ‘सो काल्ड बॉय फ्रेंड’ की बाहों में झूल रही होती हें. पर एसी पार्टी में जाना सबकी ओकात नहीं! रही सही हमारी गरीब जनता का मनोरंजन लो क्लास बेवड़े करते हे.. एक बच्चा जा के उसको नाले के पास छेड आता हें फिर पूरा मोहल्ला मजा लेता हें .. इनमे कुछ सेल्फ डिक्लियर्ड शायर होते हे कुछ गवय्ये कुछ डांसर कुछ पोलितिशन कुछ बाबा.. मतलव फूल पकेज मिल जायेगा आपको फ्री आफ कोस्ट ..!!

देश की अर्थ व्यवस्था को सुद्रिड करना : जेसा की आप जानते होंगे शराब में 50-60 % सर्विस टेक्स कटता हें जो सर्कार को जाता हें ...सोचो गर बंगलोर में इतनी शराब की दुकाने न होती तो मेट्रो शायद ही आ पाती ..अगली बार अगर आप मेट्रो में चदें या किसी फलाई ओवर में .. अपने किसी करीबी बेवड़े को याद करे ..ये सब उसकी सेक्रिफाईस का नतीजा है ..कबी कबी उसे एक बियर केन दे दे ..



क्कराईसिस मैनेजमेंट: अभी हाल ही में किंगफिशर क्राइसिस में थी ..तो सबी बेवडो ने २-४ बियर ज्यादा पी और उसे बचा लिया..


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छुपे हुए टेलेंट को निकालना एवं परफोर्मेस में चार चाद लगाना: जब मैंने आधी बोतल वाइन खतम कर लडकी को फोन किया तो ..मेरे मुह से फर्राटेदार अंग्रेजी निकलने लगी और में अपनी फ्लर्टिग स्किल से भी उसी दिन रु बरु हुआ . मेरे कई दोस्तों ने २-२ पेग लगा के कठिन से कठिन इन्टरव्यू क्लियर किये हें .. . (प्लीज ये स्टंट किसी निपुड बेवड़े की देख रेख में करे). जितने भी बड़े बड़े कलाकार हुए है सब शो से पहले या फिर कुछ क्रिएटिव करने से पहले २- पेग डाउन करते थे और हें भी. ..मुझे अभी भी यद् हें हमारे क्वांटम सर (केमेस्ट्री के मास्टर) हमेसा २ पेग चड़ा के अंग्रेजी पदाते थे ..खुदा कसम सेक्सपियर जिन्दा होता तो उनसे अन्ग्रेजी पडने आता...
ये तो कुछ ही तथ्य थे जो मई जाहिर कर पाया हू..कभी २-४ पेग डाउन कर के कुछ लंबा सा लिखूंगा ...कृपया बेवडो को हीन भावना से न देखे. आखिर वो भी तो हमसे से ही हें..

बहती हाला देखी, देखो लपट उठाती अब हाला,
देखो प्याला अब छूते ही होंठ जला देनेवाला,
'होंठ नहीं, सब देह दहे, पर पीने को दो बूंद मिले'
ऐसे मधु के दीवानों को आज बुलाती मधुशाला।।१६। “बच्चन जी.”

यह आर्टिकिल पिने को बढावा देने के लिए नहीं बल्कि एक व्यंग के रूप में लिखा गया है

रीडर्स दिस्क्रिसन इज निदेड...!!!
मदिरा-पान सेहत एवम समज दोनो के लिये हानिकरक है ....
pc Bhatt 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

सपना हर इंजिनियर का.

चाहे देश के एम्.बी.ऐ व्यवसाय करना चाहे न चाहे ..मेरे देश के सारे इंजिनियरो का एक सपना होता हें बिजनेस मैंन या ओन्त्रप्रन्योर बनाना ...ये एक सपना होता है जो बीस इक्कीस की उम्र में अंकुरित होता हें .. एक बार दिमाग में इसका बीज पड़ गया तो समझो दूब लग गई इस जमी पर ...वो फैलेगा ..ओर फेलेगा....पर फरक ये हें की वो बीज हें.. उसे पेड बनना हें तुफानो को सहना हें और धुप में हरा भी रहना है...और हरा रहता भी हें ...पर केवल पच्चीस - छब्बीस तक ...जो लोग जिद्दी होते हें वो अट्ठाईस तक खीच ले आते है ...पर सुखना तो उसको है ही ...क्योकि करम की खाद तो कोई डालता ही नहीं ...न ही पानी पडता हें प्रेरणा का उसमे ...डाले भी केसे यहाँ हर कोई इंजीनयर गरीब होता है ..कोई पैसो से तो कोई समय से तो कोई दोनों से...!!! 
आप कई ऐसे सपने रोज देख सकते हें.. 
कोई सपना हजार लाइन की कोड के बीच कोने में पड़ा होगा सर छुपाये ...कोई टेस्ट केस का केस बन के रह गया होगा....!!
कोई बग आई डी के बीच अपनी आई डी खो चुका होगा ...तो कोई पैच या फिक्स में कही फिक्स हो गया होगा...!!
कुछ सपने कोंफ्रेंस टेबल पर सामूहिक आत्मदाह कर रहे होते हें...तो क्लाइंट की कॉल में जल काले पड़ रहे होते हें..
कोई मेनेजर से वन ऑन वन के बीच ..वन माइनस वन हो रहे होते हें....!!

पर मेने भी देखे हें कुछ जुनूनी इंजिनियर ..जो सपने को हर रोज सीचते हें... ऑफिस की केब में कान में आई पोड लगाये हुए....पेन्ट्री में कोफ़ी की चुस्की लेते हुए....टू डू लिस्ट की डायरी में पेन घिस सहेजे हुए......!!!
सोचता हू...ले आऊ में भी एक आई पोड...लंबी चुस्कियाँ लू देर तक काफी की, ...या फिर गिफ्ट ही कर दे कोई.. एक डायरी..........!!!

Friday, March 18, 2011

कुमाउनी खडी होली

जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..
जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..

ठाडे भरु राजा राम देखत हे..
बेठि भरु भीगे चुनरि..
जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..२

धीरे चलू घर सास बुरी हे ..
ढमकि चलू छल्के गगरी ...
जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..२

गोदि मे बालक सर पर गागर.
पर्वत से उतरी गोरि....
जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..२

जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..
जल केसे भरु जमुना गहरी..

Sunday, August 29, 2010

भारत : लड्की एक खोज...!!

एक आदमी को खुश रहने को चाहिये ही क्या, एक सुन्दर सुशील बीबी, एक होट गर्लफ़्रेन्ड , एक ओपन फ़रारी, ओर कुछ मिलियन डालर्स. ऒर एक भगवान हे कि पेसे इकठ्ठे करने मै लगा हे ..कभी मन्दिर से, कभी मस्जिद से , कभी गुरुद्वारे सॆ तो कभी चर्च से. अरे उसे समझाओ सारे पेसो का क्या अचार डालेगा इकठ्ठा कर के?? वेटीकन देखो, तिरुपती देखो, गुरद्वारे तो सारे ही अमीर हे, उपर से लोगॊ से हज करवाता है कभि देना भी तो सीखे ..!!…… ओर सारे सेक्सी आइट्म स्वर्ग मे रख रखे है मेनका, उर्वशी … ई. टी . सी. ! एक आध को धरती पर भेज देगा तो उसके यहा कोइ आकाल थोडी ना पड जायेगा. वेसे ही भारत मे १००० लड्कॊ पर मात्र ८०० लड्किया बची हे… उनमे भी काम की विरले ही मिलती हे….

I hate Lord Krishna …कन्हेया ने साला सारा बेलेन्स बिगाड्ने की शुरुआत की थी. खुद तो १६००८ (sixteen thousand and eight ..my god !!!!) पटरानिय़ा रखता था लोग उस को रोल माडल ले के पोलीगेमी करने लगे ..और भुगतना हम जेसॆ गरीबो को पड्ता हे जो बेचारे १ भी एफ़ोर्ड नी कर पाते …!!

भारत की जनसन्ख्या देख कर कभी बडी तसल्ली मिलती हे १.३ बिलियन … बोले तो ५०-६० करोड महिलाये (आधे से थोडा कम) उनमे से एक तो मिलनी ही चाहिये. पर जब आकडे देखता हू तो दिमाग मे खलल ओर दिल मे हलचल मच जाती हे. ५० % शदिशुदा रहे ३० करोड ३० % मुस्लिम + सिख+ इसाई हटा दो बचे करीब २० करोड, मुझे बडा नफ़रत हे रेसिज्म से. बकी ६० % ऒ बी सी . बचे ८ करोड. अब एस टी / एस सी ओर अदर कास्ट हटा दो. बचे ४ करोड आइ हेट कास्टिज्म टू…. अब लड्किया १-२० साल तक कि हटा दो. रहे लगभग ८० लाख (मालला करोडो से लाखो मे आ गया) .. अब ८० मे से कितनी लड्किया ब्राह्मन होगी …ज्यादा से ज्यादा ..१ लाख. उन्मे से भी कितनी लद्किया पहाडी पन्डित होन्गी बस १ हजार ( अब मालला हजारो तक पहुच गया). उन्मे से आधी लड्कियो के तो बोयफ़्रेन्ड होन्गे…..बचे ५०० उन्मे से ५० ही मेरी आर्थिक रेन्ज मे होन्गी. अगर उन पचास मे से किसी से मेरी कुन्ड्लॊ मिल भि गई तो कोइ गारन्टी नही हे कि वो सुन्दर हो … चलो मान लिया कि वो सुन्दर भी हे तो मे उसे इतने बडे भारत मे खोजुन्गा कहा….!!

कुल मिलाकर सुख की खोज मे ये पथिक बूडा भी हो जाय तो कोई नी मिलनी ….सो मस्त रहो….! परन्तु मे सारे जोडॊ (कपल्स) से विनती करुन्गा कि वो कन्या भ्रूण हत्या को बडावा न देकर उनको समान अधिकार से पालित पोषित करे …वरना लडके बडॆ होकर मेरी तरह कम्पलेन करेन्गे कि लड्की नी मिली. … अरे जब प्रोड्क्शन ही कम होगा तो डिमान्ड बडेगी ही … उपर से इतनी महन्गाइ ..खुद् का पेट तो भरता नही लड्की को केसे खिलाओगे …!!

ळड्कियो को बडावा दे … उन्हे शिक्शित करे ताकि वो स्वावलम्बी होकर स्वाभिमान से जिये ओर आपके बुडापे का सहारा बने ….

यत्र नारिनाम पूजयन्ते ….

रमयन्ते तत्र देवता…..

“God lives there where women are worshiped”

पुरुशः हित मे जारी...!!


दवारा : प्रकाश चन्द्र भट्ट ...!!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Why I miss d gal..!!

Why I miss d gal..!!

I saw an angel at airport,
She flew in aero plane.

I saw her in a platform,
But the train takes her away.

I saw one at the bus stand,
But the bus takes her away.

I saw now, my soul mate at mall,
But she moves in a car.

Finally she was the select one walking in a lonely sidewalk,
I walk to make her mine.
Some bloody bike comes and steels her from me.

I loved the subject automobile during my college,
But I hate automobile now .....!!

PC bhatt !!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

ये बारिस ये बुन्दे....

ये बारिस ये बुन्दे....


टिप टिप ट्प ट्प ...
टिप टिप ट्प ट्प ...
पानी की बून्दे , कुछ गुन्गुना सी रही थी.
झरॊखे को खोल के देखा ...
तो रिम्झिम रिमझिम बरखा अपने योवन मे नाच सी रही थी..
तभी एक झोका गीली हवा का मेरे मुख को सीच सा गया,
मिट्टी की सोधी खुशबू नथुनो से टकराकर मुझे मदहोश सा कर गई....

टिप टिप ट्प ट्प ...
टिप टिप ट्प ट्प ...
अभी भी जारी था ...
मेने फ़िर से बाहर देखा ..
बारिश बन्द हो चुकी थी ..
मे बुन्दो का पीछा करने लगा...
जाकर सीधा एक दरवाजे से टकराया ...
खोल कर देखा.....
अरे साला..."ये लोन्डिया के खयालो मे बाथरुम के सारे नल तो खुले छोड आया था"....!!!
"क्रपया नल बन्द करना ना भूले , जीने के लिये लडकी से ज्यादा पानी की आवश्यकता होती हे",
Save water, save your water bill , that will save you and mother earth"
जनहित मे जारी .....

पीसी भट्ट

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Marriage “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly”

Marriage “The Good, The Bad and The Ugly”:

"I am not going to marry, I have decided it, and I am going to suggest the same to my kids too."


‘Marriage’ - the word has been haunting me for quite a while. My father got married while he was 16 so you can imagine what a long haunting dream it would be for me. I have heard in psychology books that, if I get this marriage thing out of my chest I would be healed, let us see.

In India we have two kinds of marriages one is ‘love marriage’, where you marry your girlfriend and another one is arrange marriage, where you marry someone else's girlfriend. I like neither of them; so some very creative people came up with a solution called “Love cum arranged marriage”. Some bold people joined the cult of “live-in's” too, but that is just a physical union and I do not consider it as marriage. Some people joined another cult of “being gay” that I consider as neither marriage nor a union, so it is out of this league. Interesting is “Love cum arranged” a third kind, where you search for a guy/girl of your own religion, your own cast, the same socio-economic strata, where you share some common interests and start loving him/her. After a few days, months or may be years you cajole your parents to accept him/her as an “in law” and arrange the rest, so it becomes ‘love Came to become Arranged’ or ‘Love cum arranged’.
I had been in to love for the past 3 days. Unfortunately, on the third day, the girl asked me about my thoughts on marriage which I described “It is an investment with no returns and dividends, where you lose the biggest asset of your life called freedom and get the biggest liability of your life called spouse; but people still fall for it lured by short term benefits called honeymoon.” so she immediately broke up with me. I thought there is something wrong with me, and to figure it out I went to one of my closest friends, the most successful, happiest and the most intelligent among us and married to the love of his life; however I doubt his intelligence after marriage. I asked him about marriage and this is what he said “It is cool! Go ahead do it”. That’s it, I wasn't convinced. So one day a bunch of us friends went to a good bar & restaurant; after downing about 120 ml of vodka, ‘truth and philosophy’ were on the table. My now-not-so-intelligent-after-marriage friend started with a story “There was a handsome boy and a beautiful girl; they loved each other. One day the boy proposed to the girl, and the girl denied; and the boy lived happily ever after.” He then added, “guys’ death and marriage are the most certain and irreversible phenomena in this mortal world and the biggest enigmas, because nobody knows what happens afterwards and its always wise to keep both as a mystery”. I raised a skeptical view “So you mean to say you are not happy married?” “No I didn't say that, Now, if I say that I am not happy and tell you “Don't marry”, will you not?” You will, you will have to; marriage is the license to a guilt-free, free coitus and a great tool for social acceptance. You do not want be left out as an odd man out. So “close your eyes and jump in”. My mind was boggled now. So I Googled on it, and I stumbled upon some interesting facts. I would like to quote some before you.
1. If you want to have the sole custody of a magical gadget called “TV-Remote” and are particular about the shows you watch. “Don’t marry”
2. You love the random order of your bachelor life, and don't want things to be disturbed. If you don’t want to ask for things every time, “Don’t marry”.
3. You want to cook one day and eat for at least three days and hate doing the dishes for somebody else. Don’t marry.
4. You want to be in bed for as long as you feel like, and not get cursed for it. And most importantly don't want to make your bed. Don’t marry.
5. You want to use the couch as a couch, bed, dining table or playing ground. Don’t marry.
6. You can afford a maid and a cook who don't complain about you being gross or not bringing groceries home. Don’t marry.
7. You don't have money. Never marry, if you mind being slave.
8. You don't believe in monogamy. Or you are single and they are double. Absolutely not recommended.
9. If you believe in changing others than yourself. You better not be a part of society.
10. He/she is so ugly, has lot of money and you think plastic surgery could fix it. It’s a hoax.
11. You hate sharing and need a personal corner, in a woman’s words “you are a selfish pig”. Better be alone.
12. You were badly drunk and you proposed all your girlfriends to marry and all accepted. Dude you know how badly you are screwed.
Some sad after-marriage facts: divorce rate is soaring up in India; its 1.1 % raise may be much more under the carpet because of social stigma attached to it. And it’s more in middle class and among educated people. The saddest part is that it’s highest in IT and in Bangalore.
Marriage related disease physical, mental & psychological have gone way high. Domestic violence has bumped too high; every day you can see the beaten husbands in hospitals or bars. Homicide related to it has gone too high lately, and shocking is IT sector is the first one to catch these disease. I don’t know whether we are aping the west or developing but certain things India has picked, can’t say from where. Like impatience, intolerance, irreverence, infidelity, indulgence, indolence, and many more in’s and im’s. There is a paradigm shift from “Family success to individual success”, from “Social wellbeing to monitory success”, “From asceticism to hedonism” from “eternal bond to move on” so on and on.

I asked one of my erudite philosopher friends about the marriage and its success in life, he gave me a theory and a rule. The theory for before marriage life and rule for worse half. I call it 40 minutes theory. I haven't tested it yet but it says “If you sit with a person for 40 minutes and feel like sitting for next 40 years with him/her you should get married and to the same person”. And golden rule is “change the things you can’t accept and accept the things you can’t change and if nothing works change yourself”.
In the midst’s of all these facts, figures and feelings I happened to go through the lecture on positive psychology by Dr. Tal Ben Shahar from Harvard College, where he says “marriage benefits the males more, because they have “I can handle it myself” male ego aura around them, which they need to break once the spouse comes in. First of all sharing itself is a great healing process and ‘we’ are always better than ‘I’ or ‘you’ to face any trouble or problem.
I have a proof for it, once I was in trouble and found myself in deep thinking in a corner while my other friends were having fun. One friend of mine came to me and asked what happened. I said nothing and ignored him. But he kept on pestering me and told me a theory I call it 5-95 theorem which says “If you are in trouble or problem you can think of only 5 solutions while the other person having panorama of your situation can think of 95 solutions; so there are fair chances of his solution being better. And he got me out of my trouble that day.
Once I had been to my uncle's places he has two little daughters, initially they didn't recognized me but afterworlds I played the whole day with them, I don't like ice-creams and chocolates that much because of no nutrition value in it but with kids , I was eating those stuff all day. I hate the cacophony of city or people or kids; but that day I was reason or part of it, enjoying myself to the fullest. That day I realized I could die for a smile on kids face and it worth’s taking all the pain of the entire world for few such moments. If this is the fruit of “Marriage” then it is the greatest institution mankind has ever created, it is the safest, smartest, happiest way of human survival. And I was so good with kids; I found my alternate career as baby sitter too.. he he . :). So if you are planning for kids or have small kids please call me…;).
Finally I imagine, you reach home after a hard day at office; tired, stressed, enervated and you see a beautiful smile, feel a tender touch and get a lovely kiss from loved ones and all your tensions are gone in a click, that is the beauty of marriage. Marriage is the only institution and math where one plus one is eleven and marriage makes life live.

“The marriage” go for it, preserve it and savor joy of it."

Love…
PC Bhatt

Friday, June 4, 2010

I think of you every day;

I think of you every day;

I feel you every night;

O death; o sweet death;

You are the ultimate truth.

I am not scared of you,

It's anxiety of a lover to see beloved;

I know you are nearer than one thinks;

I know you are kinder than one believes;

Oh! Dear death I don’t fear you;

I fear the agony to reach you

I fear the fear of loved once

Oh! Death you are beatifular than one imagine.

I don’t know if my heart betrays me,

like a heartless woman in love.

I don’t know if my mind goes funny,

and stops taking my orders.

I don’t know if I will be victims

I read daily in newspapers.

But thou love will bestowed upon me..

Oh! Death; you r swifter then one think.


pc bhatt

Friday, May 28, 2010

हमर कुमो

हमर कुमो कि बात छि;
चोमास कि रात छि;
भुला खिन आ रच्यो जर;
इज्या ले को लाग ग्यो उ छ्ल..

मेके भुत-भातन मे विश्वास त नि छ्यो;
कि करु मुर्गा- बाकरा मीट याद आ ग्यो;
मेल क्यो बाबु त मीट नामले अ हा ..न ना .. कोनान,
छ्लको बहान सही, मीट खाना मोक मिल ग्यो..

मास दाल, द्गड हल्दो मिर्च, थोड चोल
थाम बे काउ कुकुड एक आसी,
मेल लगा, रम्वा, टिक्वा, झुपरया के धात छि;
हमर कुमो कि बात छि;
चोमास कि रात छि;

दगडि लिबेर मे पुजि ग्यो गाड;
शुरु कर्छि लिबेर डुन्गा कि आड;
ऊं भ्रुम ष्रुम ...कबेर गुरु हो ग्या शुरु;
पानि छिड्क बे बल: हे गाड मषाण कुक्कुड्म ग्रह्न कुरु..

जर्र कर बे कुकुड ले ग्यौ बरकी;
हमर ले नजर कुकुड मै फ़रकी..
सब्बे सुचण छ्या; एक टान्ग काट्न्या कि, एक टान्ग होलि मेरि,
आज त मीट खोल मे पेट भरि...

अब आ ग्ये बारि कु बनो जल्लाद;
कु करो कुकुड क्वात;
इतन मे उठ ग्यो फ़ौजि रुकूम ;
बोल छि " दो बन्दे को हुकुम"
अरे मेने जम्मु कश्मीर मै दर्जनो मिलिटेन्ट मारा;
ये तो छोटा सा हि कुकुडा जो ठेरा"

थाम बे कुकुडा मुन्डी चलाछि आसि,
काट बे मुन्डी दिखाछि जल्लादि हासि;
इतन मै कुकुडा ले करि फ़ड-फ़ड..
पकडो पकडो कोन तक गाड पुजि ग्यो धड...

चोमसे गाड छि, अतोर गाड छि;
देखन-२ कुकुड बगि ग्यो गाड छि;
बस मुन्डि र गे हाथ छि..
हमर कुमो कि बात छि;
चोमास कि रात छि;

pc bhatt

Friday, January 15, 2010

My journey in I.B.M…

My journey in I.B.M…

“All content on this blog is my personal thinking, thought might be prejudiced, fictitious, sarcastic, inferred, need your rational thinking to filter out good, and most importantly are not meant to hurt anybody in any way possible.”

Chapter 1: My Interview- the smallest interview ever.

It was May 27, 2007 a morning not very cold but cold enough to get ready by 7 am and reach SA building specially on Sunday. Where I was asked to attend interview, thankfully I reached there on time, we were in a big meeting kind a room. The speech was delivered by Ajit in its full professionalism, Vivek added point or two. The last sentence was “I want to see you all on board, good luck”. I thought my selection is confirmed now; how innocent, I didn’t see any of those faces in training.

The name IBM was ringing in my head so I raised hand to go first when it came to go for interview. I took left door that was the only time when left was right to take, where Vivek was sitting with consultancy representative. The interview started Vivek asked me “How do you trouble shoot if sound is not coming”. I answered “I will check if I have speakers or not”. I think he wanted to know about my knowledge on drivers, but for a guy like me computer was an entertainment box which we use for playing movies, listening to music and playing games. Who will break head to know what is running inside? Technically I must have done bad, but worse was the salary part.

The question “How much do you expect?”

The answer “Anything you give me, I get into IBM that’s more than enough.”

The question “Will you work for 2 thousand?”

I can’t tell you what happened next because salary matters are pretty sensitive especially in CSC but it shocked me.

I didn’t know how the interview was but my consultancy fellow came to me while going out saying that I was selected, to confirm he will give me a call later. That it …!!!!

When I got a call from him I felt like somebody had given me hall ticket to watch the show and a big one “IBM”.

I am grateful to Vivek for selection.

Chapter 2: My Training – The honeymoon period but in a small room and under strict rules.

I reached late on very first day, it took some time in parking and all, but Vivek needed no excuses, so it was scary feeling when I faced him, he entered something in excel sheet and warned me not to be late, then after I was the first one to enter the meeting room and last one to get out of it, in training.

I was a dumb fellow (still I am) from Mechanical background, for me IT was Income Tex (which is not at all applicable to CSC), and we believe in solving problem with hammer. My first innocent question about IT was to the great Naveen Shelkey “What is Server?”

And the answer blew my mind “It is simply a system yar …”, then why the hell we call it server, I said in my head.

My next event was a mail which I wrote to Vivek, within 3 days of joining, stating I would be interested to give presentation about BCG, ITCS300 etc for new batch, instead of it I was told to present on lotus notes. Trust me to present it in front of Lokesh (who fires form eyes) it was like not only to understand rocket science but to make one and show it to Abdul Kalm itself. Somehow my confidence of all awards I had won in debate and presentation till date made me stand there and paid off when Vivek announced me as upcoming trainer in next team meeting. But it took me CCNA, MCP. 20 IBM certificates done, and 20 months to become one. I knew nobody in team but everybody knew me, and some used to crack joke about me “This is the fellow who wants to become trainer in 3 days”, after that event.

The training was over in 10 days or so, I still can feel the smell of training in meeting room 10 and Lokesh roaring in there. Once he took us for call listening, I took 18 calls after listening. I was too curious soul..!!! The most foolish and maximum questions ever asked to Lokesh would be by me.

My sincere thanks to Lokesh for being such a great trainer to bear me.

Chapter 3: Level 1 CSC engineer- A curious soul jumping around.

Finally I hit the floor, I sat on a system may be the slowest system I had ever seen and under the direct hit of AC, I never missed my native, it was the same cold here. From starting I was on the hit list of Shiveta Raina the quality then and supervisors, Sweta of course for my mistakes specially my way of talking “The accent” and “casual” (Users are not your friends!!! Her words) , and SCIM I would never get it right, I planned to transfer the call but user would say its resolved , and I would close without change in “How to” instead of “Service”. I feared her more than death. If I saw her getting up from her seat I had to be prepared for 2-3 sentences in defense, often by the time she reached my seat, issue would be resolved and she would say “Prakash’s magic” but I would say god was listening to my prayers what I did during her arrival. Supervisors had only one issue with me, they would shout “Prakash how may time I say, don’t hold”, and I wanted to learn everything on the call challenging myself to solve that.

My hit list was all the supervisors for ticketing and all, all cds engineers for transferring call, Manjula for all process, Srinidi the poor neighbor, all were helping souls. Manjula would say why you don’t read your mail box it is all red, I thought in head if I waste time in reading it, Ranjith will take more calls, so no opening mail box. Ranjith my friend and rival in call taking, we skipped breaks, took only 15 minutes for lunch just to top the chart and got appreciated too…. “Oh !! What a wonderful time …!!”.

An event was, I sent one mail to leads with idea for asa reduction, and was noticed, it took me far. I went for CSAT in CSC-B, a dream of a L1 engineer- very special people were transferred to CSC-B felt lucky to be one among them. But felt blessed when somebody noticed and told me that I am in the heaven surrounded by angels, O really!!!. I was literally surrounded by girls, Shylaja, Harini, Hema , Deepika in front of me, Lakshmi to the right , Sonika to the left, Rachna , Ten, and Sweta just behind me, I may be missing any names but …ya they were really angels , they will get you out of any issue. Sweta Sneha sametime spoc, Ten spoc for everything, Rachna lovely lady never say no to any calls just one word transfer without worrying about the issue. Any TL’s name Sonika is there, but my first point of contact Lacchu (Lakshmi) for all issues. Once I transferred call form Madhavi Masna (old guys know her, if I remember her correct) to Harini when she was firing on me, Harini saved me.

I am indebted to all the angels of CSC who helped me, who took my calls, and to the technical gods, and supervisor who where there to pacify my inquisitive soul.

Rebiha & Vijay my oldest neighbors and great friends I can’t forget the fun we had in the first bay, thanks for all that.

Chapter 4: CSAT “A record making”

Few months on the floor jumping around and pushing thing to limit, I was told to get into CSAT a drive to get customer feed back and standardize team. I saw hard work being appreciated, and jumped in right away. Initial days calling somebody and disturbing them and cajoling them to participate in survey was a real challenging job, with lots of weird experiences like girls saying “Who gave you my no? / I m his wife we are in holiday anything urgent” later it was kind a computer game where if your car crashes you get another one to start all over again.

We had five members in the team and I being default topper in calling and highest was 175 calls a day. A member Mr. A was after my record and one day he geared up to break it, which I didn’t know because he was in CSC- A and I was in CSC-B, during lunch hour one of my friend and well wisher informed me about it, which I couldn’t digest and sat on for making another record. I made 215 calls highest ever and he landed upon 190 or so and was pretty happy until he came to know about my new record. It was quite fun that day but next day we both suffered from throat pain.

Thanks to Babu &Ajit for being so motivating.

Chapter 5: Level 1.5 -The remote support- A real learning time.

I was dying to become one, after I got I started digging in all the issues, troubleshooting, collected patches for so many thing, TAP, wiki , global campus became regular sites to visit. People used ask me what I would do in the issue while transferring call, I didn’t want to disappoint them saying “I don’t know” , but I really didn’t know what I was going to do, I knew that I would do something that would solve issue that’s it. I became kind of client location call SPOC, if somebody got client location call they would hunt for me, trust me I hated client location call more then you did.

Two interesting calls I remember one positive and one negative, one fellow escalated for me to my manger in lotus notes issue, the bloody LN 8design was not getting updated trying any hard, and he had 10 gb archive, any mishap with it would have cost my job as well as his, on the top of it he was a big pain in a**, would never be on system when you take control and do some R&D when you are not working on his system. Somehow I fixed the issue next day under a huge pressure from MGMT for answer. He blamed me for being not supportive, technically unsound and helpdesk a just not helping desk. The point of being not supportive hit my ego, I had supported after office hours, Orkut , net-meeting etc, if somebody requested politely ( you please don’t do that!!), how could he say so. I wrote big mail to him and explaining the points to MGMT, a real nice piece of writing, which tagged me as angry, stubborn, childish fellow but I felt relieved doing so.

Next call was from a direct reporte of Anwar, they were not letting him go until he gives the database commands to successor, he was in boiling situation, his ticket fell into loop , csc –desk side- DNARCHADM- csc- desk side- DNAR..…He escalated in mail and I got the call, checked it, it was nobody’s mistake desk side didn’t know about databases, DNARCHADM.. did not action because it was local database. I took control and solved the issue, thanks to “Project Automation” (hard work never goes waste), he appreciated me well for that, and it was real nice feeling to be able to help some body who many couldn’t.

Chapter 6: Project Automation: the absolute fiasco

It was my early days when the feeling of being appreciated lifted me to 7th heaven; I had just been informed that we need to have a database for quality team and need some developer for it. Wow what an opportunity; I went to my all software mates and made one document to go about it, when I presented , was again appreciate for initiation but it was kind a swimming class where I needed to cross English Channel without any practical experience. I presented the first model for the database but not the one could be a database. My story ended there I couldn’t move further and the opportunity was given to others. This was the first taste of failure so was a bitter one and I couldn’t handle it and lost a good chunk of confidence.

Chapter 7: Fun@Work : Memories to cherish forever

When I presented my idea for fun@work, I was just proposing an idea I never thought I would one day conduct it and it will become part of me. Anyway my idea got selected and I got a comp off in reward, which I wouldn’t have used though. When I was told to take up fun@work I think it was to test some of my skills, but for me it was a great chance to prove myself after debacle of “Project Automation” which had taken its toll in terms of confidence.

The start was really a lukewarm one, the first fun@work I prepared a little and went in, I thought its easy, when I saw Shetij there I was half dead, how to make people laugh playing quiz!!!! and on the top of it Shetij gave a good hand firing me with acrid sarcastic remarks, it was no success. But I had to prove myself so I collected my enthusiasm again and tried with “Collage Competition” it was a success. Which boosted me up and I planned for out door activity “Badminton Championship”, I prepared mail and put some photos of fun@work. I didn’t know that few photos could sum up to 40 mb, as I send the mail, it capped many people’s mail boxes, and people still curse me for that.

And tournament went “flop show” only two people turned on at the venue.

Things picked up and we conducted “Ethnic Day” the day to remember, it would definitely be one of the golden days in CSC history, in three days guys made CSC like a heaven and workplace a worship place and guys and girls were no less then gods and goddess that day, every face was having million dollar smile, every heart was filled with life and spark, and all self financed. Everybody participated in voting for awards and to make it huge. The awards I still remember … the

Paradise Bay ( Best bay )

Kings Station (Best workplace)

Dazzling Diva (Most beautifully dressed lady)

Dashing Hunk (Most nicely dressed gentleman)

Sizzling entry (guy/girl less than 3 month)

Funky Chunky ( you imagine)

Sparkle of the event

It was a huge success, I felt like all failures were washed then.

Fun continued Friday became the celebration day, when you learn to laugh, all faces are smiling around you, there was no pain, people waited for Friday it was proud feeling that I was part of it, it was a epitome of utopia.

One touching incident is, when I didn’t have enough money to conduct fun@work that was “Fun with food”, all the people volunteered and we brought so many things that we couldn’t finish.

Some crazy moment like Syed’s Arabic dance like Mallika, Divya and Amiyos fight …Nisha’s Singing… Shaheen’s shouting ..Rahul & Roy moderator… Rumi’s and Pavan’s Dance ..Debasmta’s laugh…. many more. And Srini ..my successor and a good one…

I bow my head before all you people who added all those beautiful moment in my life.

Chapter 8: The trainer- A dream come true!!

I had done CCNA, MCP, 20 + Global certifications, and it had been more than 18 months, and conducting fun@work for nearly a year I was same, taking calls. But one day I was told to present on a new topic. Shashi and I were testing Shinoj’s tool TSD, after our ideas of TSD got rejected (though people liked it and used), I thought to present that tool itself. I presented the tool, Shinoj described technical nuances, was an ok presentation. But Shitij and Manjula drilled me on that (thanks I learned lot by that), I regretted on our release of TSD, I missed lotus notes a lot that time, it wouldn’t have put me in such hard. After that I was told to give another presentation on networking preparing in 10 minutes, which I did , again ok, don’t know how they thought of it, but well I was told to train process on the floor.

After a month or so I was told to take an assignment ABB training, for CTS engineers. Topics were soft skills, ayudame and usual cds stuff, everything was ok but “Soft Skills..???”. I had only two days to prepare for that. Thanks to all my trainers/ teachers before IBM, who gave me soft skills training, and Global campus, which helped me to execute the training smoothly. And the day came when the mail was finally rolled out for my becoming a trainer.

I have many good events but some are great in training, like my surprise birthday celebration, thanks to batch 48 & 49 for such a moment to cherish, farewell trip for both the batches to Devrayan Durga, and the token of remembrance I-pod, it’s always with me and it’s a big pain killer.

Batch -50 the biggest batch with Sumathi & Maris form MITS, what a crazy one. Latest batch Adarsh and his questions, I remembered my early days, and Ravi a killer silence complete paradox.

The Thursday nights, The interview, the linux, the half boiled egg at dhaba, the gym, the photo session, the party, the systems … a lot more .. Muttu, Ranji, Atanu, Lok, Kavitha, …..new rulers of Manyta MK, Naveen.

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Chapter 8: The hospital (personal corner): A slaughter house for human

It was big light over my head, I was laying on the operation table, stark necked after my complete body hair removal ceremony by a third party even from the dark recess of my body (the most awkward thing I ever got done; I feel shy doing that myself) and ablution. The masked women around me were staring at me like vultures, I asked in head don’t we have any man doctors in here. One big fat lady started introducing, this is Ms. xyz and team , and one by one all names, I again said in head idiots remove your masks than introduce, even that wouldn’t have helped but incase my mind could remember. Then she started asking tick questions,

Ever operated ? no

Any major disease ? no

Diabetic ? no … so and so many questions at last she asked.

Ovary…? I innocently said no ..and everybody giggled I felt more comfortable dying of pain than being an object of operation theater jokes.

I don’t know how things went there but I was alive next day, and was happy that Lokesh & Kavitha came personally there and cracked MGMT jokes (they are particular about BCG so no racial jokes) to make me laugh, which could have made my intestines come on the bed if I wouldn’t have pressed my tummy and stitches by my hand. But finally many friends called me form CSC felt great about it, when my family was not there they were there.

Things I couldn’t do or half done…..

Introduction of V&A and soft skills and typing training.

Introduction of welcome trip with key people and just senior batch in csc for new joinees.

Knowledge Café on weekends.

Fun@Work next level

And many more…….

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Things I liked in fact loved in CSC- *All intrinsic- gives you real happiness*

The people-

All the beautiful minds and lovely hearts of csc. They are there when you need them. Sometimes they go wild especially the powerful ones but that’s their job.

The freedom-

Freedom for searching in Google, experimenting on systems (workgroup concept).

We had common repository, many servers, made out of systems, for Ex. The boka-boki server.

The Work- It is always a happy feeling if you help somebody, one should be grateful if he gets to help as many people he wants and get paid for it, and thanks to Shinoj for developing the tool where you can see which beauty is going to say thank you at the end of the call.

The learning- Third value- “Trust & personal responsibility in all relationship” have given enough opportunities to the employee; even contractors have access to the priceless information or knowledge. Global campus, wiki, TAP, get-abstract, Red books, cattail, books 24/7, and many more …what else you need to learn. Trainers and some intellects are there to discuss with you.

The growth- I was a dumb fellow that took too long nearly 20 month to become trainer, but there are ample opportunities for young mind to grab, according to new IJP release I see you can become L 1.5 in 6 months, Quality in 6 months, Trainer & Supervisors in 1 year, TL I think you can join without any experience, that was not mentioned there, jokes apart you have chances too. You can walk on the road like a king and say “Hay get out of my way I am the supervisor / trainer / TL in IBM, or call your dad for the same. But don’t ever utter any word about your salary otherwise beggars my put some coins in your pocket..ha ha .” Seriously what else you need form a job then such a great learning and rapid growth. But you have to be person with intrinsic motivation.

Things I like a little less in CSC– *All extrinsic- is a bad motivation don’t have it *

The money- It is below than government’s minimum wage standard. You have to depend on your parents at the age you should be supporting them. Your parents will doubt on you whether you are taking drugs or boozing around with your money of I.B.M.

The systems- I was training external people (ABB) with R-50 TP, was telling we support wireless with the think vantage but I can’t show it on my TP. We support louts notes 8 but if I install it, I can’t work on my system its 512 mb and got while we were digging in Haddapa and Mohanjodaro for our ancient civilization. I have heard csc system will be replaced by 3 gb systems, and all new tps, may be positive step indeed.

Some policies- Like leave, I regret for not taking all leaves in first year. If you have to go out with your parents who have come all the way from Kolkatta or Himalaya, whatever, you need to go to the doctor first to make medical and then you are allowed to see them.

No Award / Reward- Eureka…Eureka … !! We are world no 1 third time in a row. So what..!! you are suppose to , that is why you are shopped form vendors, which rule book says you cant milk a cow if you don’t feed her on festivals.

I owe my Job to Vivek.

I owe my growth to leads- Babu, Ajit, Manjula, Vasant, Shylaja & Shetij.

I owe my CCNA to Asif & Harini.

I owe my MCP to Lakshmi.

I owe my technical skills all my friends like- Raj, Shadab, Ranjan, Vijay Munis and Shandilya, Srini, Srinidhi, Partho, Ranjit , Atanu, Bhavya, Ten, Rachna, Sweta , Shinoj, Shashi, Sanju ….many more ….

I owe my process learning to all Supervisors (Suman, Suddi, Psat, Chandru, Raj, Hemant, Renjith.. ) And quality (Shiveta Raina, Rebbi, Pramila, Prabhakar, Shadab, Bhvya, Joby, Vijith) .

I owe I don’t know what but something greater of all to my fiends who where there in my hard time Kavitha, Lokesh, Sonika, Mrutyun, Sathish, Atanu, Ranjith…..

Last but not the least ..I owe my around 25 IBM certificates & learning to Global Campus…and my trainees.